Lyrical Breakdown of RWT - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "RWT" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Big Sean weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "RWT" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Big Sean employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Big Sean's narrative.

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Yeah Yeah I look up 'cause I can't look down on y'all bitch niggas no more, man If that casket ain't 24 karat gold when I die Then I ain't made enough fucking money, man And that's real talk God This my roll-weed time Don't turn it into dead-in-the-street time Her legs do the peace sign Know the hood so well, don't need street signs Young, rich, and iconic Big titties, I'm signing Burning bitches and chronic Big white smoke clouds every time I talk Does it look like I'm in a comic? Everything I rock, I designed it Realer nigga, won't find it Okay, I be stacking that cheddar Bet that shit won't expire Got me balling so hard, I need me Jerry Maguire I made a mil before 25, man, and I ain't even no lie, bitch I ain't saying that shit to brag neither I'm saying that to inspire I'm like, "Damn, boy Fuck you saying, boy?" Hating on me knowing that you is a fan, boy When I'm around, you call me cuz like we fam, boy Rapping like me lets me know that I'm the man, boy Okay, Hennessy and Bombay is a real nigga entrée I gave her my grande My food is picante My girls is Beyoncé Your boyfriend beyond gay I seen him hang with DeAndre And they was looking like prom dates One time for my hood 'til I go in the ground I'm throwing it up 'cause they holding me down I'm perverted as fuck, got a pole in the house Got your girl and your girl and they hoing it out But you standing outside 'cause no hoes is allowed If you work like I work, you would throw in the towel Once you get in this life, man, there's no coming out And haters look at me like snow in the south Surprise, nigga Man, fuck it, I'm on, you off And I hope you die, nigga Why you alive, nigga? I'm stacking dough 'cause my momma dick they despise Yeah, I'm the one that these hating niggas despise They mugging You better take off your fucking disguise, nigga Bitch made is in your eyes, nigga Lies, nigga Shut the fuck up, everything'll be fine 'cause this my roll-weed time